Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti is among the many hardcore rappers who came out of hip-hop's Dirty South school in the late '90s. He is also one of the hip-hoppers who derive part of their stage names from the late New York mafioso John Gotti; others have included Big Gotti, Don Gotti, Juan Gotti, Bazooka Joe Gotti, and Irv Gotti. Not all Dirty South recordings are gangsta rap, but Yo Gotti has favored the thugged-out gangsta side of the Dirty South, and he gets his inspiration from both Southern and non-Southern rappers. Master P and his New Orleans-based No Limit posse are an influence; so are N.W.A., Dr. Dre, and the late Tupac Shakur. Gotti's more sexually explicit lyrics also owe something to Oakland native Too Short, who was never a gangsta rapper but did a lot to popularize X-rated rap lyrics.

Yo Gotti, however, isn't from the West Coast any more than he is from New Orleans; his stomping ground is Memphis, the city that gave us the Three 6 Mafia, Gangsta Blac, Eightball & MJG, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, and quite a few other Dirty South artists. When Gotti boasts that he is "straight from the North," he doesn't mean the northern part of the United States; he means the northern part of Memphis, where he lived in the infamous, crime-ridden Ridge Crest housing projects. And Memphis' more dangerous neighborhoods have inspired many of Gotti's lyrics, which often describe the dangers of life in the 'hood. Gotti, however, doesn't always rap about crime and inner-city thug life; he also raps about sex quite a bit.

After performing around Memphis in the '90s, Gotti started building a catalog in the early 2000s. His first album, From da Dope Game 2 da Rap Game, came out on the Inevitable label in 2000; His subsequent Inevitable releases included 2001's Self Explanatory and 2002's Block Burnin', Vol. 1. After that, Gotti signed with TVT and recorded Life, which came out in 2003. TVT released "Dirty South Soldiers" (a duet with Atlanta crunk star Lil' Jon) as Life's first single. After having his track "Full Time" featured in the film Hustle & Flow, he released Back 2 da Basics in 2006. A series of Cocaine Muzik mixtapes carried the rapper to 2012 when his first major-label release, Live from the Kitchen, landed on RCA.

Hip Hop/RNB

Check

We Can Get It On (feat. Ciara)

Album:

Live from the Kitchen
(2011)

Song Details:

Lyrics:

And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I
Just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'mma go strong
And I'mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to
Put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

break it down to the beat then back it up (ok)
red bone super thick super tatted up (ok)
last dude super lame shawty had enough (ok)
gotti world super real cant get enough (ok)
wanna see you smile (ok)
change yo life around (ok) baby daddy gone (pruu) ice up the child (ok)
neva wont fa nothin (nothin)
neva need fa shit (ok)
cause I'mma real nigga and you a real bitch and I take you there clothes on clothes off 45 minutes straight zone dose off close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on
close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'mma go strong
And I'mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

I like it in da kitchen cuz dat my favorite spot she want it in da porshe cuz dat her favorite car she got me tryin things dat doin do 2day but I can make it valentine 4 a year str8 got her pregnant I know it ain't your birthday 30 minutes back seat on your lunch break I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands on you I like 2 volunteer (BEEP) close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on

{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'mma put dat ass to sleep)
L-o-v-e I love ya theres not a thing I won't do fa ya we can last forever you and me you have everything I want you are all I need

We like Tiny and Tip, maybe Puffy and Kim, Michelle and Obama, maybe Jada and will we like Hova and B, maybe Hillary, Bill we can be who eva we wanna shawty long as we real

And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on

Lyrics:

[Yo Gotti]
Ay, step up in the party and them bad b-tches be on me,
I be sippin’ on Patrone, when Im jumpin’ out ferrari’s,
i be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie, Im retarded,
…., and the shades by Bacaray
hatin on my drop I got my mind on my money,
Milan on,… taking nothing from me,
hated on these …, hated on these….,

ballin is my hobby, damn homie going shoppin’,
got 5 star with me a milli in the lobby,
took her to the room, she hit me with that line,
she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lying,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
the numbers don’t lie, G-5 over sky,
I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried,
I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being tired,
tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches,
sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching,
and men lie about women,
and sh-t women lie about plenty,
They aint lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me,
so that would make 3 and numbers don’t lie,
and money don’t lie,
and neither do I,
B-tch!

[Chorus]

(the numbers don’t lie, the the numbers dont lie…)

[Yo Gotti]
I’m trying to count to a billion,
my b-tch Brazilian,
hop in that Lamb,
push the button lose the ceiling,
sun out no raindrops,
posting the same spot,
right here in north north memphis,
is where I came from,
hundred on the neck, I aint never had sh-t,
the streets gave me family, Barry White couldnt,
aint no secret in the streets,
n-ggas know I got …,
got swagger through the roof,
I was born …,
zip code on my wrist,
phone number in the bank,
in my ten til six
with my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501’s,
and Lear 55 with my air force ones.

[Chorus]

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Rock

Act Right (feat. Jeezy and YG)

Cold Blood (feat. J. Cole and Canei Finch)

I Know (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

Album:

I Am album
(2014)

Lyrics:

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan ]
I know I know I know
I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain’t that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they fuck with me strong
And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
You know that I know I know I know
Well you know that I know it I know it I know

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a fuck nigga and it ain’t a secret
I’m so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my niggas shine
I know what I know and man that’s all I know
I take 63 grams and try to make a four
That’s a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life
I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this shit ain’t changing me
I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me
I’m blown, I smoke what I rolled The same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
I’m on the west coast in a low rider
4 bitches tryna leave with me
Ain’t enough room and I don’t know yall
I’m high as fuck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
Fuck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn’t go to college (Fuck you mean)
And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don’t know nobody, can’t trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest niggas left and I told that bitch

[ Hook ]

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I’ll never tell em
I got some birds but I’d never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain’t never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that niggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic
And the drophead , of the 71 cutlass on 8’s
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
But I’m with the same old niggas that I started with
Same young niggas I was robbing with
And if these niggas have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (Bang!)
And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy
Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?